The morning at Qifrey's atelier was peaceful. Qifrey was tending to the garden while his apprentices went about their chores. The sky was clear, and the only sounds were the birds singing and the rustling of leaves.

Suddenly, a strange flash of light appeared high above the atelier.

What is that? One of the apprentices asked, pointing upward.

A figure came falling from the sky.

Qifrey! The children shouted.

Without hesitation, Qifrey grabbed his staff and quickly cast a spell, creating a cushion of air that slowed the figure's descent. The person landed softly in the grass instead of crashing into the ground.

Everyone rushed over.

Lying among the flowers was a girl(choose what age). They had unusual clothing unlike anything they had ever seen, and there was something about her that felt different from any witch or magician they knew.

The girl slowly opened her eyes.

Are you hurt? Qifrey asked gently, kneeling beside her.

She simply stared at him.

What's your name? Another apprentice asked.